Monthly Archives: September 2016

I am so glad tomorrow’s Friday. I’ve never really been one of those people who LOVES and WORSHIPS Fridays, but seriously, I want this week to be over. So much going on. Ugh. Boring Spanish class, my legs are falling off (too much running) , I have a History Presentation tomorrow and one of the girls in my group isn’t going to be here, AND on top of that I have a clarinet playing test on a really hard piece coming up. Oh, yeah, and I need to get my good leg splits down for gymnastics before Halloween. I also can’t find my favorite pair of leggings, and I don’t want to go to school (if you haven’t figured that out already, lol)

‘kay, now I wanna talk about something. WHY. DOES. EVERYONE. AT. MY. SCHOOL. ACT. SO. FAKE. Like, wanting to be/feel accepted is one thing- but completely changing who you are is totally different. Almost everyone I know is fake and like, it irks me that people think, Oh, I’m so much better than (name) because I’m prettier. Or because I have cool friends. Or ’cause I have like 100 people I’m friends with on Snapchat. Like, oh my god. Seriously. It’s so annoying.

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I tried to create my own photostory after reading this. But I’d never made one before and I ended up having zero ideas. It turned out to be almost an exact copy of Loren’s photostory. Whoops. I never posted it, but I’ll give you a small part…

It was a normal Saturday afternoon, and I was BORED. I decided to go for a hike. I slung a backpack over my shoulders, and called, ” Bye, Mom! Bye, Dad! See you in a bit!”

I never thought this would happen so fast, and I’m grateful that I’ve met you-every single one of you, in fact. Not just because you follow my blog, but because you are loyal commenters and supporters. 100 followers. Wow. It’s just insane!

I’ve had some great opportunities since I’ve started this blog. For instance, collabbing with the lovely Meg, Michelle, and Ginnie! Our dollympics posts were a success, and even though I only posted one story (school got hectic, what else is new) it was so fun.

Me and Sam from AG Doll Awesome both hit 100 followers at the same time-how cool is that? We also have a lot of other things in common like fandoms, dolls, clarinet, etc.

Prologue: In the tree sat a dragon. A small one, mind you, and it would never eat anyone. Ever. Perhaps it was because his wings were weak. Nevertheless, Sir Azul was a brave dragon…Sir Azul’s eyes swept the area as he sat in the tree. For miles, all he could see was grass. But something glinting among the grass caught his eye…

And so of course he was curious, and he did something he didn’t know he could do. He took off, and he flew.

The great majestic creature soared away, his beautiful wings sparkling in the morning sun.

Finally he reached the sparkly thing. He bent down and sniffed it until he figured out what it was. A tiara. Even Sir Azul knew how valuable they were, and that if a princess lost a tiara, the whole kingdom would be angry at her.

So he did the kind thing to do, and picked it up with his tail and flew away in search of a crownless princess.

Sir Azul was beginning to get tired. His wings flopped heavily, and he gasped for breath. The tiara, made entirely of pure silver and gems, weighed down his tail.

Alas, soon came a strange sight. A girl…in a dress…standing in the middle of the forest. What?

Then he realized. It was a princess. He had expected to find her in the castle, but dropped the tiara by her side anyways.

Brooke Rosalie was bewildered. Where had the tiara come from? She’d flung it so far into the woods. Then she realized. It wasn’t proper of a princess to do that! And she’d be in great trouble if the kingdom found out.

So she gratefully nestled the crown on her head.

But soon, the princess heard a sickening thud.

Brooke ran, and saw a blue dragon lying on the pavement, its wings wrapped around its body.

He was undoubtedly in pain.

Brooke leaned over. “Hello, may I help?”

“Yes. I am Sir Azul, and I was flying for the first time today… I don’t know what happened. Oh! There was this tiara…I carried it, then threw it down near some girl….wait…was it you?”

From the tree above, someone was watching.

Wise Old Owl. Everyone knew Wise Old Owl and respected him. He was the king of the forest. He wasted no time in crowns and celebrations, he was a straight-to-the-point kind of guy… er, owl? So while the princess tried to comfort the helpless dragon, he swooped down. “Princess, pick up Sir Azul.” Brooke did as he said, even though she had no idea who the owl was. This creature needed help ASAP. She grunted with the creature’s weight.

“Now lay him down to sleep.” Wise Old Owl instructed.

After finding the softest, most abundant patch of leaves, she did. Wise Old Owl smiled. “There, he shall heal on his own. What a bad fall that was…I saw it and heard it from miles away.

“Think of it this way.” The owl said. “He saved your tiara, and together we saved him. All right?”

The princess smiled. “All right.”

THE END

…of Brooke’s dream.

Brooke yawned. She had finally woken up, and no, she did not wake up like this:

Instead, her blankets were carelessly tossed around her, and her pillow lay on the floor. Her sister Ruthie’s voice rang out from downstairs. “BROOKE! YOU HAVE FIVE MINUTES BEFORE YOUR BUS GETS HERE! GET UP AND GET READY!!!”

Hello, everyone, and welcome to Week 7, Day 3 of Camp Dolliwatha. In case you don’t know, my theme is fantasy/fairytale! I haven’t been able to post during the week, obviously, so I’m making up for it this weekend. 🙂 I picked a bad time to do this, though, so my Camp Dolliwatha posts are kind of scattered. 😦 Anyways, I didn’t want to pressure myself into blogging this past week, what with school and sports starting back up.

Here’s part one of a very royal photostory…

When Brooke woke up, her head rested on a soft, cloud-like pillow. The blankets, instead of being carelessly wrinkled and tossed around, were carefully arranged. Her folded hands held a rose. Her pale green nightgown felt soft against her skin. Wait…nightgown? She’d gone to sleep wearing sweatpants and Ruthie’s old soccer jersey…

On a normal school morning, Brooke would wake up 10 minutes before her bus came. She’d quickly throw on a t-shirt and shorts, shovel cereal into her mouth, and literally run to her bus stop. But not today. Her outfit was set out for her, a pink dress and a pink tiara. She shuddered. So much pink. She put it on anyway.

The room was pink like her dress. It felt oddly like being inside a large bubblegum. Brooke made herself down the very royal staircase, only to find a very royal sitting room, and outside it, a royalkitchen bustling with royal maids.

One of them gasped at the sight of her and then smiled. “Princess Brooke Rosalie must be hungry!” She exclaimed. “I am?” Brooke said, confused. Honestly, she’d lost her appetite at the sight of the puffy pink dress. After complimenting her dress, hairstyle, and shoes, the maids served her tea-and yes, in a very royal teacup.

One of the innocent maids informed her that tonight was the night of a ball! But she couldn’t care less about meeting a prince.

And then she was running. From what, she didn’t know, to where, she didn’t know either. But still she ran.

Her sandals began to make her feet ache and she was tempted to take them off. It wasn’t the only thing bothering her. Her crown felt heavy on her head.

She took it off and flung it into the grass. The princess resumed her running, then stopped and glanced back.

The tiara glinted in the green leaves. She didn’t go back for it.

Back in the castle, the maids screeched. Princess Brooke Rosalie was missing.